Muhammad Kaleemullah
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"Words are my canvas; emotions, my colors. In every line, I paint the unseen—stories that whisper to your soul and linger long after the last word fades."
Stories (59)
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The Whisper Beneath the Floorboards
When I first saw the old townhouse at the end of Wicker Street, I wasn’t looking for beauty. I was looking for quiet. The kind of quiet that fills the air after heartbreak, when your own thoughts become too loud to bear. The landlord, a weary man with half-moon eyes and nicotine-stained fingers, handed me the keys with a warning:
By Muhammad Kaleemullah3 months ago in Fiction
Morning Chaos and Quiet Realizations
I woke up this morning a little later than I expected. The alarm on my phone had been going off for nearly half an hour before I realized it was still ringing under my pillow. My head felt heavy, not exactly a headache, but the kind of pressure that comes from staying up too late scrolling through random YouTube videos and telling yourself “just one more” when you know that’s a lie.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah3 months ago in Humans
The Room My Father Told Me Never to Enter
Growing up, there was always one rule in my house: “Never open the door at the end of the hallway.” My father was strict about it. He never explained why, just repeated it with a tone that left no room for questions.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Phone That Rang After My Sister’s Funeral
The day we buried my sister, the world felt empty. The sun was out, but to me the sky looked gray, heavy, and lifeless. My family and relatives slowly left the graveyard, whispering condolences and brushing away tears. I stayed behind, unable to move.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah3 months ago in Horror
Shadows of the Climb: A Story of Struggle and Silent Victories
Struggle has a strange way of sneaking into life. Sometimes it comes like a storm—loud, wild, impossible to ignore. Other times, it’s quiet, slipping into your days without announcement, weighing on your chest until even breathing feels like work.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Psyche
The Clock That Refused to Stop
Hassan was a 22-year-old young man, full of dreams but empty in action. His notebooks were filled with half-written plans. His phone had dozens of apps he downloaded for “learning” but never opened. His bookshelf was stacked with books that had bookmarks sitting at page 30.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Motivation
The Road Within: A Journey of Self-Discovery
Life is often described as a journey, yet most of us imagine roads, flights, or destinations on a map. But there is another kind of journey—one that has nothing to do with distance and everything to do with the soul.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Motivation
